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The girl stood tied to the post with her wrists upraised. The inquisitor in a dark robe approached her very close and looked intently into her large blue eyes.

Are you ready for submission? he asked ingratiatingly.

The girl did not answer, only her lips stretched into a contemptuous smile, and her eyes, without blinking, withstood the gaze of the man.

“Do you know who the first woman I exorcised was?” My sister. The devil strongly resisted, and I had to tinker a lot. Now you understand, if I have not been too ceremonious with kindred flesh, should I show mercy to you?

Having received no answer, the inquisitor walked around the pillar, looking at the girl from all sides and again brought his face closer to her.

- Where is he hiding? Here? The inquisitor's hand rested on the girl's forehead. - Here? - she sank lower and lay down on a high lush chest. - Or where the focus of male sins and at the same time the source of new life?

“Undress me,” the girl answered boldly, “and may... continue reading

This story is a memory of an unusual fetish, white sneakers on the bottom during a BDSM session.

Masha was a thin, petite girl of 22 years old. Of the features, she was almost 0 size, which she was very shy about. But she tried to compensate with an extremely malleable character and a desire for sexual experiments. And yet, she always felt drawn to relationships with dominant partners. Growing up, she finally managed to find a man to embody her animal desire to be used and humiliated by a sex toy. Just to serve to satisfy someone's vulgar and sick fantasies, to feel needed at least for this.

One evening, she was interrupted by the call of a courier from boredom. She knew very well from whom there could be a gift in the package. Expecting to see the delivery man out as soon as possible, she opened the box. There, new snow-white Nike Air Max was waiting for her. Strangely, usually she is not given just clothes, except for something with a sexual connotation, for example, skimpy outfi... continue reading

Midnight empty park. We are walking along empty alleys - now it is the middle of the week, and those who have to get up tomorrow are already sleeping in their stuffy apartments. Speaking of some trifles like books and music, we go deep into the depths, where few people go even during the day.

But we can, we are local, we know every path here. And down an inconspicuous staircase we descend into darkness. There, where a spring beats from under the limestone slabs.

Fires are burning somewhere above, and here, near the spring, only their reflections.

And if someone, approaching the edge of the cliff, looks down, he will certainly not hear or see us.

We all also talk about trifles. Does it make sense to talk about serious things at night? I'm half-sitting on the cold granite fence. The girl paces back and forth, talking about something. For a second, she stops in front of me, and that's enough for me. My hands rest on her waist, drawing her towards me. I see her slightly confused ey... continue reading

- Not!

- But...

- Not! In no case!

- But you...

- Not!

"You don't even know what it's about!"

I shuddered and took a breath. Oksana laughed, looking at me.

- No strangers in our relationship!

- BUT...

"Even if it's Stephen Amell, it's still not!"

— Stephen Amell? Why Stephen Amell?

I myself did not know where Stephen Amell had jumped out of me, so I kept silent.

“Do you want Stephen Amell?” Oksana asked.

- Not! I don't want men at all!

But why did you name him?

“I just said the first thing that came to mind.

“I mean… okay, okay, I get it!” Forget Stephen Amell!

And about everyone else too!

- About everyone?

- Listen! I know that in the past I have repeatedly refused something that I should have tried ...

And not two, not three! How much did I have to persuade you to try hot wax ?!

“You always looked at my erection when you wanted to know if I liked anything you actually do. So: from such conversations, she disappears from me ...

— Dasha. I wa... continue reading

- Well, understand, my good, I'm not a tyrant! - Oksana said affectionately, making unhurried movements with her hand. “If you think carefully, you yourself will agree with this.

The new dildo she used to fuck me was bigger than the one I had to punish myself with. Despite the huge amount of lube, I could feel every extra millimeter as Oksana gently but firmly inserted it.

“There is nothing excessive in the rules that I require you to follow!” I let you cum freely if I'm on top. I'm not making you ask for permission at the end of the session... Bend a little. Good boy!

I obediently bent over and the dildo seemed to sink even deeper. My prostate gland sweetly, but painfully ached.

“If you had been gagged then, I would have been lenient.” It's still a mess, but not that serious. I would have had enough of your sincere apologies on your knees.

I couldn't help it and groaned. Oksana gently scratched the fingers of her right hand along my back.

“I don’t mind a blowjob at all, my... continue reading

- I'm sorry!

I haven't seen her for more than a year, and now she, Vika's ex-wife, is now standing at the entrance door, asking for forgiveness.

Did you follow my instructions?

“Yes,” her expression became more cunning, she probably thinks that I have already forgiven her! Now! Whore! She still doesn't know what's in store for her.

- I want to test.

She fiddles with the zipper of her jacket hesitantly. Afraid, still.

- Come quickly! Or go where you came from.

Vika squinted around and her fingers lowered the lock of the jacket to the end. As I expected, she was wearing nothing but stockings and boots. This was my condition for our meeting. She had to go to me in this form through the whole city.

- Do you still like me? Her nipples were invitingly sticking out from the cold. Yes, she stayed the same. My gaze glided over her hips, her clean-shaven pubis, - maybe you will invite the lady home?

- Where did you see the ladies here, slut? Come after me.

We climbed the stai... continue reading

01:01 Time for a night walk has come. Yana read her Master's instructions for the last time. The backpack is already assembled and Yana finally looked into it again. Inside are: plastic collars, a gag, a cork, five wooden clothespins, a collar with a tied leash, nipple clamps with bells, and nail clippers.

01:05 Yana closed the front door and put the key under the door mat. Then she resolutely went to the exit from the entrance.

01:07 There is no one on the street in front of the house. Yana walked around the white Opel and approached the fence of the office building. There is no one on the territory, only two lonely lanterns shine at the very entrance. The guard must have been dreaming for the third time, and no one should interfere with her.

01:10 She climbed over the fence and stopped in the shade of one of the lilac bushes. She unbuttoned her sweatshirt and put it on her backpack. She pulled off her sneakers and stood on them with her bare feet. Then she took off her shirt an... continue reading

In my life there were 2 cases that left a mark in my soul forever. Last year, I met a girl (I don’t name her) younger than me, she was then 19. Having met on Tinder, we met three times and walked down the street, and at the fourth meeting she invited me home, asking me to wait near her entrance for twenty minutes , then enter.

When I entered, I simply gasped - she was in a short transparent peignoir, fishnet underwear and stiletto sandals. My vanity was very warmed by the fact that they dressed like that especially for me, to myself I began to think about sex with her. Male instincts excited slender bare legs and a desire-inducing figure.

My new friend came up to me and wrapped her arms around my neck. I decided that she wanted to kiss and got ready for kisses, hugging her around the waist. But instead of a kiss, the girl pulled her pelvis back and, with all her might, drove her bare knee into my balls.

From the unbearable burning pain, I bent over and fell on all fours, then for... continue reading

Hello. My name is Dasha and I... No, not so fast.

Hello, my name is Dasha and I would like to introduce myself. I'm 26, fairly slim, size 3, single. It seems kind, good, I love my friends, girlfriends, and they love me. What else is important to know? Oh, and also the fact that I recently discovered my “dark side”, my alter ego, which turned out to be the complete opposite of the me that I considered myself to be.

It started like most incredible stories - spontaneously and unexpectedly. I have a best friend, Tanya. Blonde beauty, well-groomed and slim. Damn, always envied her figure. We met her already in the first year of linguistics, since then not a day has passed that we did not quarrel with her, but that's why she is the BEST friend. For several years now, she and her boyfriend have been renting an apartment, and I often visit them to chat, drink tea or something stronger. Tanya somehow got on with her personal life, she knows how to tame, but I’ve been missing for more than a... continue reading

In the hands - a long black piece of matter, dense and slightly rough to the touch. Why do I need it, a scarf with a fringe around the edges? Your fingers are teasing exactly the same, narrow and also by no means soft. Why do you need it, what are you going to do? What are we both going to do?

I came into your dream, flapping my dark wings, scratching my corner in space, winning you back from another, which, perhaps, is nearby - but hardly closer now than such a distant me.

Here again the performance is being prepared. The noise is silent and the curtain is up! Or, as it was said not by us and before us, “The rumble has subsided. I went out on the platform "...

On the sides of the wooden podium are many mirrors. Our reflections are everywhere. I am wearing a short autumn coat and a light silk scarf around my neck. Slightly reddened from the cold cosmic wind, the cheeks blush, betraying a feeling of trembling expectation.

And behold, attention! - instant change of scenery.

You... continue reading

By pressing the button, having previously undressed to the goal, listening to the melody of an ancient call behind a shabby door, you will stand with your bare knees on the dirty floor, as ordered in the last SMS. It came, knocking down your legs, on which you stood at the entrance, trying not to tremble, looking at your surprised guards.

Trembling with excitement, anger and fear of the unknown, you will want to scream from helplessness to the entire entrance. Nausea and disgust will rise to the throat from the understanding that nothing can be changed and all that awaits you is a beast outside the door, a disgusting beast, a blackmailer who has already begun and will continue to turn you into his slave ... Into his dirty disgusting something that can trample not only you, but a bunch of other people who will kill you and your family if he puts out the information he owns...

Of all those involved, you were chosen by him for a reason.

A beautiful, successful, rich and humiliating... continue reading

A hand strike on the inside of the thigh of the widely spaced legs.

- Wider legs!

Another blow.

— Wider, I say!

She obediently spread her legs and bent even more in the lower back, exposing her holes towards him, hoping to feel his cock in one of them and finally finish. He knew about her desire, and he liked that she was in such a state that she was ready for anything for his permission to finish. He ran his hand over her back, waist and hot buttocks, which he had just hit with a belt to interrupt her fifth attempt at cum. Fingers slid to the hole of the priests, massaged the entrance and went down to the slippery slit. Slightly caressing his lips, two fingers dived into the vagina. She yelped and leaned back, trying to push them harder, but they immediately slipped out of her flaming hole, preventing her from doing so. She trembled, and he raised his hand to his face and, smelling his wet fingers, smiled contentedly and went up to her head lying on the floor, put his hand to... continue reading

Matches with real names and events are accidental.

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He fell asleep and woke up with the thought of her when she was not around - the one that turned his usual, recently difficult life, which took away the ability to walk, upside down. Only she, without difficulty, by her very existence, was able to reveal in him that which even he was inaccessible to. Only with her could he be himself and feel—namely, feel, and not understand what was happening. For a year now, they had been enjoying not someone and not someone's emotions, but themselves - themselves entirely, because now they had each other.

— Hello. Good morning.

— Hi, my girl. What's with the voice?

“Again... Sob-sob... Again he...”

- Ira, come to me.

They sat at the table, her tear-stained eyes shone, looking at the loving look of the Master. And he did not hide the tenderness and awe for her and enjoyed the freedom that he felt with this woman. For all the many years of practice, even before the car accident that... continue reading

She woke up from something unusual, even she herself did not understand from what. She just opened her eyes and looked around. Room. Twilight. Huge room. She lay on the floor, on a small rug, which was just enough for her. Raising her head, she regained her composure a little and looked around. He lay on the bed. No, not correct. He was reclining on a huge couch in the middle of this room. A huge room in which there is only one huge bed - the Lodge! Strange room. The thought flashed through her head: “Why such a huge room for one bed ?!”. But this thought did not long disturb her consciousness. Seeing Him on this bed, she no longer thought of anything else. I tried to get up.

Some awkwardness manifested itself in the movements. Stiffness. Uncertainty. She must have been lying on the floor for quite some time, she thought, as her whole body was a little numb. She got up and stretched. “It’s already better,” another thought, and the body cheered up a little. She took a step towards the... continue reading

— And what will it look like? I asked carefully. Oksana purred in response:

“Nothing so special!” It's just that, for example, I'll be on top more often... and you'll lick me more often...

It didn't make it any clearer to me.

“I don’t seem to mind having you on top anyway. Are you missing kuni? You can always just ask...

Oksana growled.

I don't want to ask for anything! I want to order! And when I'm on top, you distract me all the time, grabbing my chest with your hands, then my ass!

"I'm just trying to help you cum!" Please, I can not touch you at all when you are on top. I pouted.

- That's it. - Oksana looked into my eyes - You can touch, you can not touch. And I want you to do nothing without my permission.

It sounded interesting. I suddenly realized that the idea gave me a vague excitement.

“I think… you can try…” I answered uncertainly.

- You'll like it! Oksana whispered, kissing me.

Why is this? I asked nervously, hiding my hands under the pillow.

Oksana s... continue reading

She is bright, sexy and seductive. Today, 12 years later, she has only become prettier and more attractive. Sometimes in social networks I admire her pictures, on the beaches of Mallorca or the Maldives. My ex, slave.

We met by chance, as is often the case in our technological age, on a dating site. I saw a rather candid photo of a young girl among the many faces and bodies flashing on the screen. Wrote a joke. Answered. We got talking. At 21, she already had two offspring, and managed to get a divorce. The ex-husband, a drug addict, took out everything that could be sold from the house, beat her with a mortal combat, after another beating, during her third pregnancy, she lost the fetus, and returned to her parents.

She spent whole days sitting at home and stupidly hanging out on a dating site, occasionally getting out on regularly disappointing dates. We were registered on the same site, but lived in completely different cities, and even in different countries. Just at this time,... continue reading